Backstage with Regina and Hope

They’re still at it after the director yells cut. Regina lies back on the couch, thighs parted, fingers in Hope’s hair. Hope keeps whispering how beautiful she looks, licking slow, lazy circles over her slick cunt like she’s tasting something she never wants to lose. Regina moans, hips tilting up, chasing more. Her big tits rise and fall with every breath. Hope’s mouth stays sealed between her legs, tongue sliding deep, then flicking quick over her clit until Regina gasps. Blonde and brunette. Skin flushed. Fingers gripping. The camera keeps rolling. They don’t seem to care.